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It wasn't the easiest
When I first admitted
I liked you.
I had to make sure
You might like me back.
I couldn't.
You were sweet, you were so kind towards me.
But never the closest.
You had those thick walls
Around yourself
I'm so willing to break.
No matter how hard I try
Even though you were always standing there
I could just look at you.
I could just speak to you about the weather, subjects and things.
Never about love.
You knew I cannot see colours
But you never asked why.
You never asked how it felt like.
You never asked if I was okay.
But I waited,
Still do I,
To open up to me someday.
The day that you'll say
"I like you, too Nera."
That's why
I even smiled after you stormed out
Because of my confession.
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Dedicated to Sam. She is made of sugar! Please check out her stories :)
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